So this is a future-verse Young Justice fic I wrote for my friend Fallen on her birthday (THE FALLEN, HER NAMES FALLEN, GEDDIT?). She wanted angst and this is what I came up with. Supergirl is also in the story because Kara/Wally is our cracking pairing AND IT IS BEAUTIFUL. Anyway, enjoy, this will probably turn into a multiple chapters.
Disclaimer: DC owns these characters, not me.
Kara tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear, eyes cast downward slightly, the light drizzle causing the blonde tresses to become a bit frizzy, though she paid them no heed, instead wrapping her sweater clad arms around herself in a comforting manner as she stared at the ground. It seemed like an eternity had passed before she finally saw a pair of shoes come into view, blue eyes flickering up at the somber redhead, whose own eyes held a familiar melancholy behind them, though he attempted a reassuring smile, which cracked immediately. Without a word, she stepped forward, quickly pulling the other into a hug, who only hesitated for a moment before returning it, squeezing her tightly, probably a bit to tightly, but she did not notice. It was not like he would actually be able to hurt her, honestly.
Little Wally West, the ginger kid that cracked to many jokes and liked to flirt with all the ladies. The Girl of Steel was not exactly sure how she even ended up with him, it had just happened-maybe it was because her cousin seemed to detest the thought of them together so much, or his lame jokes, or the fact he actually made her feel normal, but whatever it was, it had stuck. Wally had been sixteen years old when they first met, a kid without a care in the world, or so he liked to make it appear, but Kara was not that dumb. It had been three years since they first met, nearly two years since they started dating (if, of course, you don't count the few times they broke up-no relationship was perfect, after all), and it had been exactly one month since The Flash had died.
Her stomach tightened at the thought, and she gripped Wally's shirt a little harder, inhaling sharply. She could still remember his face when he found out, how pale it was, how sad he looked. They had been in the middle of a date when he got the phone call, and before long they found themselves in the actual base of the Justice League, the Watch Tower. It would have been exciting if it was not so depressing, and Barry, old, goofy, Barry Allen who always liked to give the two a hard time had looked so weak. The solemn, sympathetic look on the Leaguers face had made her heart sink, and she remembered Iris sitting next to his bed, tears streaming down her face. Wally had immediately gone to comfort his aunt, leaving Supergirl to linger behind with the others for a moment before giving the family their privacy.
It was hours before she saw Wally again, and his expression made her blood turn cold. He had looked so old, so worn out, but he had somehow managed the faintest of smiles, even if it was laced with exhaustion and sorrow. His eyes had been bloodshot and his cheeks tear stained, and she knew he had been crying, just about anyone in his position would have been crying. Barry was more than his mentor and his uncle, that much Kara understood. The pale haired man was like a father to Wally, and now...
"Can I...can I see him?" her voice was small and awkward and she could feel the redheads death grip loosen slightly so she could tilt her head up and look at him. His eyes were brimming with tears again and she felt her heart clench painfully, breathing another large sigh to keep ahold of her own emotions. "Y-yeah, of course you can. You don't need my permission, Kara," Wally spoke in a faltering tone, and she could only give him a strained smile and a slight squeeze before completely breaking apart from him and trekking toward the grave.
She halted in front of it, head tilting slightly as she read the engraved name upon the stone "Bartholomew Henry Allen", or just plain old Uncle Barry. The fastest man alive-or at least, he was the fastest man alive. The "alive" part did not exactly apply anymore she supposed. Without meaning to, the blonde released a bitter laugh, squatting slightly so she was eye level with the tombstone. "You know he's a mess without you," she mumbled, feeling silly for talking to a dead man, but at the same time, it was oddly comforting. "I don't know what to do. He's been so distant...I know it'll take time, I just wish there was a way I could help him," she paused, biting her bottom lip slightly to keep in from quivering. "You...you were always good at that...making him feel better," her tone was hushed, gaze cast downward as she began to get misty eyed. "It's not fair," she whispered harshly. "You've always been late to everything else-why did you actually have to be early for once?"
Kara waited, halfway expecting a reply from the Scarlet Speedster, though she knew it would never come, not anymore. "Damn it, don't you have any idea how much everyone misses you? Even Bruce has been glum...well, more glum than usual," she gave a dry laugh. "Don't you get it? The world needs a Flash, you speedsters just...make things brighter. Everyone could use with some cheering up right now. Everyone's trying to move on with their lives, but Wally...he misses you so much," she raised a hand, scrubbing at her eyes, attempting to wipe away some of the tears. "I miss you, Barry, and Iris...oh god Iris. She's such a mess. We stayed at her house the first week to keep her company. She cried herself to sleep every night. I could always hear her, I think Wally could, too. Neither of us knew what to do, we'd just lay there until it stopped-Wally would get up in the middle of the night to check on her. He wanted to make sure she hadn't committed suicide or something I guess, though he never said that out loud. I personally don't think she would, she's stronger than that, she just...needs to grieve. I don't think any of us will really get over your death, you know...did you realize how important you were to everyone?" Another pause. Still no reply.
"They're trying to be happy, they know that's what you would've wanted...but it's just so hard..." the cold bite at her skin, but she did not feel it, her Kryptonian skin insulated from such things. "I must sound so stupid, talking to you like this. I'm sorry, Barry...I guess I'll talk to you next month. Wally insists on visiting you, I'm not sure if it's good for the healing process but I can't say no, so bye for now...Uncle Barry. See? I'm finally calling you "uncle", just like you always wanted." She had to fight back more tears as she turned away from the grave, exhaling deeply.
Her legs felt like jell-o as she stood, walking numbly toward her boyfriend, who looked just as pathetically gloomy as she did. His arm wrapped easily around her shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly, and she huddled next to him, her own arm wrapping around his waist. "You were there a while," Wally commented quietly, mossy green eyes flickering toward her. "I know," she mumbled placidly, and that was the end of the conversation.
Nothing really to say here, actually. I'll update this again...eventually. I AM A SLOW UPDATER. That is unless I decide I'm lazy and just...leave this as a cliffhanger, but hopefully that won't happen. I'll probably fill in some of the gaps in this chapter in the other ones, so don't freak out, okay?
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